how could I freeze when you're hotter than hell?

i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see

Remi chuckles under his breath, shaking his head as he trails his fingers around the edge of Ronin’s waistband. "The us that we were when we first moved to Torchline shouldn’t be held against us," he says lightly, though there’s a flicker of something deeper behind his tone. "We were... grieving and displaced. I don’t think we smiled for more than five minutes at a time that first year." Not without it hurting, anyway.

But that version of them feels far away now, softened by time and distance and a great deal of effort to become who they are today. As Ronin pulls him in closer, Remi leans gratefully into it, letting his arm slide fully around the Knight’s back, hand settling warm and sure on his far hip. The affection that pulses out of him is golden, easy, sweeping warmly through every place their bodies touch.

"I hope you’re right," he murmurs, looking up into the high canopy as a breeze shivers through the leaves. The air smells green and deep and familiar, and for a moment, he closes his eyes just to let it settle. Then, with a lazy smile, he lifts his voice slightly, not loud, but enough to be heard by the woods themself. "If you are listening, by the way—we’re having a rather nice stroll. So if you’re in the mood to take the scenic route, I don’t mind."

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